I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
— unknown (via refluent)
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
— Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell (via solacity)